Men without hair

I admit it -- while I think Sean Connery is quite the handsome devil, I'm not a fan of men who shave their heads. I like short hair -- like, military short. (Hey, I love a man in uniform -- I married a man in uniform.) But no hair at all? On purpose? Yck.

So I'm desperately in need of a break from revisions, so my husband and I go to lunch, and playing at the theater right behind the restaurant is "The Pacifier." The commercials are cute -- I've had more than a few rides where I wanted to, like Lulu, throw myself to the ground in gratitude once they were over, and I've known plenty of small children who could break a Navy SEAL, so I could relate.

So we pay our money, buy the biggest bag of buttered popcorm available and settle in, hoping for a laugh or two. We got the laughs -- and I got so much more. This was my first Vin Diesel movie. Holy smokes! From the moment the kids' dad shows him the picture and says, "These are my kids. You'd like them," and Vin/Shane automatically replies, "No, I wouldn't," he had me. By the time he came downstairs after a shower wearing nothing but a towel . . . my, oh, my.

Okay, so it's not the greatest movie this year, or this month, or probably even this week. It's cute. It made me laugh. And it has Vin. In a towel. What more could I ask? Rachel9:00 AM